The Anarchic Consort Chapter 185: You love black belly

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Helian Weiwei was thinking, an extremely soft fox fur cloak came down from the top of her head, with the unique mint sandalwood, it was very warm and comfortable to wear on her body.

Helian Weiwei frowned her brows. Such an action could easily arouse the attention of others. At this time, it is not a good thing for the ladies to stare at her.

She didn't believe that the three princes would not understand this truth.

Helian Weiwei opened her mouth and just wanted to refuse.

Just listen to Baili Jiajue’s faint voice announcement: "Keep going, go to Grandpa Sun’s windbreaker if you don’t have an umbrella, don’t delay the hour."

The side meaning of this sentence is clearly accusing Helen Vivala of slowing their journey.

Helian Jiaoer's eyes flashed triumphantly just now, her eyes were still oozing poison. The maid held her umbrella and slowly raised her thin lips. Very good, she has not yet arrived at Lingyin Temple, the third prince. I have already begun to be impatient with that **** woman, and when the plan is implemented at Lingyin Temple, His Royal Highness will even treat her as a snake, scorpion, and venomous woman!

Other people also have a gloating expression. You said I am smiling and continue to move forward. No one really takes the windbreaker.

Basically, everyone understood the meaning of the three princes, even if the highness said so indifferently and politely, it was hard to hide his dislike of Helian Weiwei.

Only Grandpa Sun didn't think so, he stood aside and swallowed desperately.

Then, isn't that fox fur cloak the master's favorite dress?

Last year, Master Lie printed a handprint on it, and he was almost beaten into a pig head by the master.

But now His Royal Highness actually gave this cloak to a woman! ! ! ? ?

Grandpa Sun almost has to wonder if his presbyopia has increased again, or that the pressure on him by the Supreme Emperor has been too much recently, he dreamed that his Royal Highness finally opened up... a P!

Even if he is resuscitated, he can't be facing this Miss Helian, it will mean that he will turn from one nightmare to another nightmare!

Also, when did His Highness ask him to prepare a cloak for everyone? He has nothing here at all, alright!

Grandpa grandson roared in his heart, but there was an unmoving smile on his face, but when he came back to his senses, he found that his master had gone far away, and he quickly followed him with an umbrella.

Helian Weiwei doesn't care what Baili Jiajue thinks, but she is not stupid. The situation is much better now than before, and she can comfortably enjoy the temperature brought to her by the cloak.

Hmm... I don't know how much silver the third prince's cloak can sell if it is sold.

The handkerchief he sold last time was ten thousand taels, and this cloak must be at least ten times higher.

"Return it to the main hall after washing." As if to see through what she was thinking, the man's demon-cool voice once again rang from her ears: "If the main hall is to find out that it should have been placed in your place again The things that appear on the market, whoever buys yours, the main hall will be closed."

The next few words, he said very slowly, so slowly that Helian Weiwei felt her scalp numb, and the cool and indifferent voice disappeared, she was lonely and handsome, no matter when it was They all seem ascetic to perfection without any shortcomings.

Helian Weiwei secretly dispelled the idea of ​​selling things. If the third prince threatened her if she sold the cloak, he would make her look good, Helian Weiwei would completely ignore this sentence, threatening Just threatening, her Queen of Arms is not a vegetarian either.

But the man said that whoever bought her cloak would close the door... How did he come up with such a black belly!

Helian Weiwei feels that she is no better than the third prince than shamelessly. If she can't sell it, she will take it for her own. Anyway, this cloak feels good to the touch.

"His Royal Highness." The shadow quietly appeared behind Baili Jiajue, and fell on one knee on the rainy ground, wearing a dark night costume: "Your Royal Highness is right, there is a problem with this broken wood." /

Bai Li Jiajue’s eyes flashed, standing in the backlight, standing in the sunset at the moment of magic, just like a character walking out of a comic, at this moment, he is no longer indifferent and elegant, and It is a strong and heavy suffocation: "Protect the Supreme Emperor, today no one is allowed to enter the temple, otherwise, there will be no mercy!"

"Yes." Shadow cast his eyes down, and his figure disappeared again.

Originally, if you take a carriage, you can get there in just one stick of incense, but without the carriage, plus it has rained, and the mountain is slippery, even if the organization is in order, when you go to the top of the mountain, the sky is already hazy. It's dark, but fortunately the rain finally stopped.

The open guard ran over, just about to knock on the door.

I heard a strong old voice from inside: "Amituofu, put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha on the ground. I don't know if there will be distinguished guests coming, some will be greeted by the distance, and some will be greeted by the loss."

The voice is low and far away, and with indescribable tranquility, it makes it easy for people who listened to get out of their hearts and return to nature.

The guard looked around, only to hear the sound but no one was seen, the door couldn't be opened, and anxious sweat came out of his forehead.

Bali Jiajue walked over carelessly, his eyes fell on his waist, and the voice quality was indifferent: "Take the saber away."

"His Three Highnesses are still smart and hearty." The words fell, and the wooden door slowly opened. An old man standing with bare hands, sixty years old, white beard and white eyebrows, and a Buddhist gauze, was the monastery host.

He fiddled with the prayer beads, laughing bursts of laughter: "Lao Na learned that the Supreme Emperor was coming, and he had already reserved Su Zhai in the temple, so I can lead the Supreme Emperor to go there first? I haven’t seen it before, and some Dharma still want to seek advice from His Highness the Third."

Basically, almost all people in the Dragon Empire know the grievances between the Three Highnesses and Shaolin Temple.

This is how things are. Back then, this monastery host was still a dude who hadn't converted to Buddhism. He joined the three major factions of the beggar gang and was the leader of the entire capital city.

Beating someone is not a matter of minutes, but it fell into the hands of a little boy.

This incident was also unlucky for the monastery host. At that time, he just admitted the wrong person and tied the three princes to the mountain as the prince of which family.

Then...

Then they were beaten! ! !

You said how could there be such a child in the world!

No matter how powerful it is, it should be a counterattack on the spot!

In that case, they won't be overwhelmed.

Even now, when the abbot presided over the thought of someone at the time, his teeth tickled with anger. What is meant by "being kidnapped is also very interesting!"

Do they look like toys! looks like! ! !

Since that day, they have been swept away by the officers and soldiers.

At that time, the abbot realized that the little boy was not someone else, but the third prince who was well-known in the world.

For this, the abbot was hit hard, and the purpose of everything he did was to defeat this genius!

Including that he converted to Buddhism, because the world of martial arts is all in Shaolin.

This rumor is no longer a secret in the capital.

So, as soon as the abbot's words fell, people looked at Bailijiajue.

He just wiped the non-existent dust on his fingertips, and casually said, "Want to find the main hall to compete?"

"It's asking for advice on Dharma!" The abbot corrected his remarks calmly.

Balijiajue gave a hum, and smiled like a magic: "Forget it, the temple does not understand Dharma."

The abbot quickly said: "It's a martial arts contest! A martial arts contest!"

"Oh." Bailijiajue yawned lazily: "It's cold on the mountain, I don't want to do anything in this hall."

Abbot:...

Then you still compete with Lao Tzu, are you playing Lao Tzu! ! ! !